They see the girlwith the perfect lifewho never worries never crieswhat they don’t seethe girl with who struggles who’s pain is invisiblefrom the surface

She fights to get through each dayas she fades-away yet she finds a way to actLike she’s finewhen really she’s not she’s tucked awayin the corners of her mindthinking only of who she isn’t she doesn’t realizethat things could be better that everyday doesn’t have to be a constant struggle

Her scars run deep she’s afraid of makingthe same mistakes that have made her who she is

she’s afraid to use her voice to become visible, to be heardshe's distant a ghost of the person she wassometimes she looks back to see when life was so simpleand she was so happy so free

she says she’s fine just tired or bluebut it’s so much more

She needs to realize that she’s not defined bythe way that other people think of herbut instead by the way she knows herselfshe’s strong, although she doesn’t knowshe’s smart, even if she doesn’t know